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There were times I'm sure
that I should had listened more closely
Instead of hearing only what I thought you were saying

And other moments spent
not looking for you but looking farther
than the eyes in front looking at me so lovenly

In the end of all that did pass
At least I find peace in knowing that
Inspite of us and what not, we had the chance

To at least love and try to keep
the times from changing what we wanted to be
give your sincerity your  breathe
life is much more than ones death
we cannot hide from the face of time
what we have is our gift in our eyes

let us love our reflection of us
and stop our constant mistrust
because one cannot hide inside
no one will ever be left behind

this world is ours, this world is mine
and in this world we are our own kind
let us give thanks for that which we have
and not hide anymore behind a mask
Autumn pours her vintage, red

and rippling, into casks

of rough-hewn oak;

smokey avenues damp

with the exquisite balsam

of the gleaning season.

A variation on a theme. :)

‘I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.‘
- Wendy Delsol, Stork
‘First, the toilet paper panic.
Then a cleaning frenzy,
followed by a baking bonanza.
Now, slow-cooked casseroles
seem to be on the menu.
It's like the seven stages of grief,
…in groceries.’

Economists aren’t generally known for their ability to sustain a metaphor. Woolworth’s CEO Brad Banducci - the exception to the rule - watched the mood of Australians change during the COVID-19 outbreak through the prism of their shopping choices.
Values cave when built upon the riches
of a dead man, whose soul was fed by the hands of greed.
Serene words
are like good seeds
planted in the mind.
Watered by the smile
that will bloom for miles.
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